
Aug. 8, 2011, 7:20 p.m.
Aug. 8, 2011, 7:20 p.m.
He started flipping through a paperback book with a rose as a the cover image. He started making hi way over to the seating area to read a couple chapter, mostly to see if the novel was intriguing. He kept his head down, bumping into someone as he did so. The impact of the other human's body made him lift his head to see who he had hit.
Staring back at him were the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes. The man was a little shorter than Kurt was, had a curly mop atop his head and was wonderfully dressed, Kurt thought. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, admiring the other man in front of them.
When they did speak, it was Kurt who spoke first, "I'm so sorry! I should have been looking where I was going," Kurt said as he broke his gaze with the shorter boy.
"No no it's okay. I should have been paying attention as well," The other man spoke. His voice was like velvet, Kurt thought.
"I'm Kurt," He said, sticking out his right hand.
"Blaine," He responded whilst shaking Kurt's hand.
They stopped shaking their hands and just held on to each other, staring into each others eyes once again. They did this for a couple of minutes before a man with dirty blonde hair interjected, "Hello," He said, looking at Kurt and Blaine's hands, "Who is this?" He asked Blaine.
Blaine let go of Kurt's before responding, "Kurt. Kurt, this is Jeremiah," Jeremiah didn't bother to shake Kurt hand. Neither did Kurt.
"So, how do you two know each other?" Jeremiah asked rather coldly to Blaine.
"We just met, actually. I bumped into him," Blaine responded with a smile.
"No, I bumped into him," Kurt said with a laugh.
Blaine rolled his eyes but said nothing.
The atmosphere had shifted from pleasant to awkward as all three men stood standing, unspeaking.
"Well, we need to go, honey." Jeremiah said possessively.
"Right. It was nice meeting you Kurt," Blaine said, giving him one last smile.
Jeremiah and Blaine strode off and Kurt was left standing with a huge grin on his face. He walked over to the cashier, paid for his novel and walked back out into the hustle and bustle that was New York City.